[b]Capital Base, Liberty[/b]

Beretta took the glass that was offered, trying her best to look... however she thought an Agent ought to look. Canvas said she should try and have fun, and it would be a lie to claim that the near-glistening, pale-pink liqueur in her glass did not look fun. She wafted it under her nose and swirled it in it flute, as she had done with her glass of juice in etiquette training. It smelled sweetish- flowery and soft with an underlying smell she could not place. A bit like bread? Perhaps, but not quite. 

It made her nose crinkle, but she sniffed it again. 

Mayday did not look happy about having to drink, which said that she should not be happy either. But Riza and Canvas were not concerned, and that encouraged her. She took Mayday's free hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. She did not know if it put him at ease, but it certainly made her feel better to have something to hold onto as she raised her glass. [color=#cbb9f9]"Cheers, yes."[/color] she replied to Riza, settling on a smile for the occasion. 

She drew the flute to her lips and swallowed a sip. It was dry, but cool, and crisp- A strange but not unpleasant flavor. She took another, noting the warmth of it as it settled in her gut. It was not as horrible as she had been expecting; odd, but not awful. 

Mayday's glass was empty. Riza's was not. 

[color=#cbb9f9]"Is there a reason for to drinking these first...?"[/color] A softness was settling into her joints, making them feel looser, like after a good drill and cool down. [color=#cbb9f9]"Because there are the... The shots? For drinking all at once. And then the wine and the... the beers..?"[/color] she trailed off, glancing down at her shoes before looking back to Canvas. [color=#cbb9f9]"Which what are you liking the most?"[/color]